Savage Mates

Chapter Seventy-Six: Too Much

Tillie

. I felt like I was going out of my mind. I needed to come. I had never felt a need this intense in my entire life. It was I just needed to come, then I would be able to think. If I came, it would ease that ache. It had to ease the ache.

Jason could have asked me for anything right now and I would have happily given it to him. If he would just let me come, just take away the ache that burned through me.

Every time I got close to coming, Jason would pull the vibrator away from my pussy. A devious look in his cool gray eyes as he watched my glare turn into something else. Something like a desperation that was walking the line to madness.

No one had ever kept me on edge like this and I couldn't help but wonder if Travis' punishment was be coming mine.

At the rate Jason was going, I wasn't even going to make it to the end of his punishment without my body spontaneously combusting.

It was too much. It didn't help that I had been able to watch Travis sucking Ryan's cock in what I'm sure was one of the best blowjobs that he had ever gotten. It was by far one of the hottest things that I had ever seen. Watching them together was better than any porn I had ever watched and I knew that I wanted to see them fucking.

To watch their bodies moving together as they worked each other higher and higher.

I could only imagine that Ryan would be just as firm and commanding as he had been with me.

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The way that he bossed Travis around, ordering him to do what he wanted. How Travis had looked up at him like the order was a challenge.

A challenge that he was all too happy to take on. To see how far he could push Ryan.

I wanted to see it. I wanted to see what would happen when Travis pushed him too far. What kind of punishment would Ryan have in store for him? I hoped that whatever it was, that they would let me watch. Ryan's eyes moved to mine in the mirror and he pressed his lips together. Worry coloring his features. I watched him before Jason pulled my attention away.

He worked the vibrator into my pussy with the barest of thrusts. Hardly fucking me at all with the toy. It felt good, but it wasn't enough for me.

The toy didn't stretch me like his dick did. It didn't make me feel full and connected to him like I want

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"Jason, I need you. Please." I begged again, hoping that this time he would stop this teasing torture of my body. A fine sheen of sweat coated my skin and I started to feel like I was drowning. "Too much." "Kitten, I just love the sounds you make when you are on edge like this. It's like music, the way you say my name... It makes me feel like a god." Jason growled, his eyes moving down my body as he pulled the vi brator from my body dragging it up to my clit to trace tight circles around the overworked bundle of nerves.

I looked down at his body, taking in the full length of his erection. The way the metal barbells caught the glint of the soft yellow light that spilled from his lap, making it look like a metal ladder. "Jason, please. I can't, it's too much." I whimpered and his lips twitched into a slow grin.

*Just like that, my mate. You want my cock, don't you?" He dragged the vibrator down, pressing it in side of my pussy with shallow thrusts before pulling it out and trailing down to press the head of it against my asshole. "You want to feel me buried inside of you? It doesn't matter which hole does it? You would let me do anything I wanted right now, would you?"

"Yes." I cried out, "Anything, just, please. Jason. Please, please." I begged, feeling my eyes start to sting as they filled with hot tears.

It was too much. He wasn't going to let me come. Jason had broken me. I couldn't take anymore. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks and I shut my eyes, sucking in a shaking breath. I couldn't do it anymore. Couldn't take it anymore.

“Jason, that's enough," Ryan said, his tongue wasn't all form and commanding. It was soft and tender, a promise of things that I needed right now. It was how he had spoken to me in the bathroom when he was brushing my hair. The bed shifted as Ryan came closer to the two of us, his thumb stroking over my cheek. Tracing the trail of my tears as he wiped them from my face. A soft sigh slipped from his lips. "I'm sorry, Tillie, we should have done a safeword."

"Oh fuck, Tillie. Are you okay, sweets?" Travis asked, panic filling his voice as he tugged at the hand cuíís, making the footboard rattle.

I didn't say anything.

I couldn't. It felt like the words were caught in my throat. So I stayed silent, keeping my eyes closed so that I couldn't see the worry in their eyes. The pity. I tried to block out the sounds of the room, only focus ing on the way the sheet felt in my fists. How my heart pounded in my chest like it was trying to beat out of me.

Sucking in a breath, I held it before releasing it slowly.

Strong arms wrapped around my body, moving me so that I was in his lap. Soft lips pressed against my tempt and I caught the warm scent of rosemary and lemon balm. Ryan,

I felt a calmness flow into me as his scent filled my senses.

His hair brushed against my shoulder as he held me close, my face pressed against his neck. Forcing me to breathe in that sweet, soothing scent of his,

"It's okay, Tillie. I've got you." He whispered and I let go. My shoulders shook as great sobs filled the room.